Moments

My best friend is an author. And a dang good one at that. I feel incredibly privileged to get to be her wanna-be editor. There's something about grammar that moves me, haha.

But what I really want to write about it is the power of words. How one little sentence, words strung together just right, can move the soul. There is something powerful in a phrase that rings true with the soul. When characters, who have become living, breathing souls to us, have incredible moments of vulnerability, rawness, and authenticity. Not only do we love them all the more for it, but we love ourselves more, too. Sometimes it's the way something is phrased that puts into words the things in our hearts. And sometimes it is their words that put into understanding what a loved one has been trying to tell us. And all of a sudden, we believe. We trust. That what is real on paper is also real in life. That we really are loved, or special, or needed. That we really do make a difference or are capable. That we really are good people.

And that makes me love that book, those characters, all the more.

First Post

This blog is for me. Heidi. Simple. A writer at heart. A keeper of thoughts. Unpolished. Raw. Authentic. Perhaps someone in the world will stumble upon it one day and enjoy the random thoughts of my soul. But that is not my intent or purpose. It's purpose is for me. To find a lost part of myself. A part that used to sit and write introspections and solve the world's problems and consistently try to better myself through reflection. But in the life of kids and just mortality, I found a need to better myself by putting it into practice. Which is good, hands on experience. But now it's time to merge the two ends of the spectrum and meet in the middle. For what good is intentions without courage? What good is courage and ability without a purpose? And so, amidst my insanely busy life, I hope to find the balance between the two, and write.

Welcome to the Confessions of an Introvert!